that feeling

Its been a bad day, in a bad week, in a bad year and I have that feeling That feeling that says hit him That feeling that creeps up on your eyes A pinkish reddish haze A taunting voice in your ear Honey sweet like decay Rip that one apart Pick the weak spots and shatter that kid push her with words barbed and toxic not fatal but painful painful but not numbing growing like an infection like plague And then that other feeling equal parts heart wrenching guilt and confusion That makes you want to say I'm sorry I just had a bad day But then makes you dig deeper make the words sharper and get angrier because you had a bad day and misery loves company

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